A Wise Word:

Monday, January 4, 2016

To me, the coming of a new year is mostly about changing calendars. It's just not a big deal. Especially not now that I celebrate Yule just a week beforehand and it is completely trumped by the returning of the Sun. Superman, however, is far more contemplative than I am and got me into a thinking mood this New Years Eve. That combined with some divination done Yule night gave me a few insights for 2016.

Being a mama is great, but being me is still important. I need to take a break and focus on a few things for myself. This means getting serious about meditation and study again this year. With two toddlers and two moves in 2015, I got so far off track that it isn't even funny.

If you don't use it, you use it. Well, maybe not completely, but magickal powers do require work and practice. I can feel my lack of magickal activity this past year, just like I can feel my lack of physical activity when I let myself get out of shape. Spells I cast now require more effort and are more draining than similar spell work done a year ago.

Yoga is worth waking up early for. Lately, I want to sleep just as much as possible. This afternoon I actually fell asleep in an upright chair in the living room. No matter how badly I want the extra 30 minutes of sleep, dragging myself out of bed and doing my routine pays huge dividends by early evening when I am still able to move easily instead of being all achy.

Like I said, no big resolutions. Just a few things to think about with the upcoming year. Here is wishing all of you a 2016 full of magick and wonder!

Finding a Witch

As a little girl, I told my parents that I preferred being barefoot because I could feel the Earth breathing through the soles of my feet. Of course, with their typical conservative piousness, I was quickly shushed and informed that the Earth did not breathe. Even though I never mentioned it again, I didn't for a moment believe them.

For many years, I communed silently with the elements and in times of need used childish spell work to pull healing from the Earth and soothing from the Wind. It was my secret superstition and I hid it well beneath my fundamentalist Christian costume.

After being freed from the church for several years, I begin to pursue the secret knowledge I have carried with me all this time. That is how I got here: joyfully practicing the old faith in this little apartment. I'm still in the broom closet most days and I have a lot to learn, but the journey has begun.